vows

you are freckles and more,
brown cheeks and bright eyes,
you are always more than life,
i give up; you are no sunrise,
no raindrop, no angel, no lily
you don't give a s**t, if or not
you're in my agony and prayers,

what are you truly made of,
that i wonder if you're made
of me - pale as silver trees,
grassless cemetery beside
a small cathedral, and hands,
i have beautiful hands,
'though i love them more,
when i'm holding yours,

near death, what we could be
in the after-life, that i hope
to be your shadow, if i can't
be your lover or twin, if or not
we can be together; we can be
together now, or at least
let me have this moment with you,
let me die in peace with you